Where are We At and What Have We Become
Chris Youngblood December 4, 2023
I recently watched “Children of Men” for the first time in awhile. There are no more children in the world. One woman is found pregnant with child and the story revolves around getting her to safety so that she may deliver.
The scene that struck me the hardest, right in my heart, was the ending. There is a battle going on in the streets between the rebels and the British Government. When I watched this time I said sadly, this reminds me of Gaza right now. The scenes are extremely realistic on what urban warfare would look like (courtesy of the impeccable eyes of Alfonso Cuaron and Emmanuel Lubezki).
At the end, the woman and her protector walk out together with her holding the baby in hand. The warring literally stops to let her through. The vicious British Army parts like the Red Sea and compassionately looks at the baby. What struck me like a bullet through my third eye was that she was black and I mean dark black. The first thing I thought of was that she represents the beginnings of humanity, Africa, the true motherland. Not only beginnings literally, but spiritually. And here these white men part for her. They didn’t care what color this baby bringing forth the warm spring of new life looked like. Love and care won forth in the midst of this hell hole.
Then I sat there for ten minutes asking myself, what if? What if the last baby on earth was in Gaza? Would we still be spectators throwing from the peanut gallery, offering our mouths in superficial auto tuned glob? Would talk of strategic warfare like an NFL Sunday Pregame still be in play? Would many of those in the so called alternative media who supposedly woke up in Covid, still show forth their prejudices? I ache to think of this reality for I know not the answer, or maybe I do, but I am too terrified to say.
Would we even care if there is not one child left? Or would the child have to be of a certain color?
What have we become as a species? What has happened to our humanity? Where have we gone? HAVE WE LEARNED NOTHING THROUGH OUR COSMIC RECKONINGS? What happened most of all to principles, foundational principles of that old, timeless immutable, binding reality called MORALITY? Did you think there wasn’t another reckoning coming? Do you think that our species can sustain this? What I have come to find, what is without doubt the biggest responsibility we carry, is that we send ourselves to hell. We do it, not the creator. The creator gives us free will, and we my friends have SQUANDERED that opportunity.
I cannot think of any time in history where genocide has been exercised on a grand scale in front of the world and those not directly involved scarcely speak up. Yes, of course there are some, I don’t dismiss that. But it is far too few.
There is a scene in “Children of Men” where the protagonist and a woman are hiding out in an abandoned school looking out the window at a playground. The school and the playground look like a war zone. She says something that really shook me to my bones. I don’t have the exact quote but it goes something like this. “It really is something to no longer hear the laughter and play of children.”
There are children in Gaza who no longer are laughing, running and playing. They are dead or they are weeping in their mother’s arms. Their playgrounds and streets brought to rubble. Yes, to the Western World, maybe those streets weren’t so straight. But the point is they were their streets, their playgrounds, THEIR LIVES. LIFE, even at the barrel of a gun held over them for years, still laughing and running, enjoying what they had. Now, that has been snuffed out like a candle, quickly before leaving the house, without a thought; because oh, there are so many more important things to attend to.
And if you stand up for these innocents (at least that’s what us people with a conscience call them), you are told that you hope you get raped? Blackest of hearts, I say.
There have been innocents killed on both sides of this tragedy but we as humanity are right now a jury. Gaza is the courtroom. Think of Kafka’s ‘The Trial’ if it was about the jury. That’s where we are at. I only wish we could see the courtroom as a playground.
Do you remember being a child? I do. I think about it more than ever. When I was younger, I used to stare at the sky, imaging that the cosmos was a symphony. God made the stars move, the sun come up, even the rain played its part. All of the vocals and harmony worked themselves out to God’s plan.
As I have grown older, I have amended this view. We play a part in the grand symphony. God is the maestro, directing us. Sometimes we stay in tune, and it is glorious. Other times, it is a mess, and the maestro’s shoulders sway down, slump over, and break us up. Most of the time though, God can work our iniquities in to the fabric and weave out something that goes through beautiful sweet agony, crashing down but then emerging beautifully with resounding joy from the heavens.
We are not following along. We are scattered with some of us unionizing and walking out midway through. Giving up as if the gift of life was not worth the struggle. Or even worse, leaving our creator to stand alone and saying, God can work it out.
Foolishness, degradation, cowardice. Some might say I’m harsh. I’m harsh cause I care too much. I’m harsh because I lived through 9/11 and the Iraq War and I was younger and still figured out the lies, propaganda and control that dark occultists use to bring us down to hell with them. How, now, after all this time, are people still falling for the same tricks? If there is one word I want people to meditate on its this, “Remember.”
Remember your humanity. Remember what it was like to be child or childlike. Remember that your fellow man was once a child and is God’s child. Remember your soul. Remember your alignment. RE – MEMBER.
For those who agree with me, this is not for you. Send it to someone who needs to hear this please. For those who would say I am naive, idealistic, I say this, “Catch up. The hour is late for you and all of us.”
What will be the story of us? What will we tell the next generation? Will we act as if children in Gaza are the last children of men?
We are still here in that symphony. The Maestro has stepped off the pedestal of MAAT; slumped shoulders, and is weeping UNCONSOLABLY.
“Remember how it used to be,
When the Sun would fill the sky,
Remember how we used to feel,
Those days would never end,
Those days would never end.
Remember how it used to be,
When the Stars would fill the sky,
Remember how we used to dream,
Those nights would never end,
Those nights would never end.
It was the sweetness of your skin,
It was the hope of all we might have been,
That fills me with the hope to wish,
Impossible things.
To wish impossible things.”
-The Cure ‘To Wish Impossible Things’